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One of the key logistical steps of escalation/seduction is isolation, which is what it sounds like – the movement of a man and his target to heighten the sense of privacy and intimacy and remove distractions and cockblocks. It is so universal it was quoted in Athol Kay’s book, and in married/relationship life it takes on a more metaphysical meaning of getting your wife away from the stresses of the domestic sphere so she can feel comfortable being sexual without worrying the dishes need to get done.

My isolation game is hit and miss, but I was recently treated to a very subtle case of female-initiated isolation I was able to capitalize on.

After introducing a woman to a new form of mixed drink at my local, we returned to our clump of friend groups and continued chatting with each other. Her friend came up and told her “we’re going back to the bar.”

She said, “OK…I’ll be there in a minute.” And stayed with me.

A woman following a man’s invitation into an isolated position is one thing; a woman overtly deciding to not leave a man’s side to go back to her sisterhood is a higher class of IOI. We didn’t move, everyone else did – but she made sure we didn’t move with them. Being the game-sensitive man I am, I took it as a green light to escalate; she either wanted to be alone with me or was absurdly bored with her friends.

I invoked a Roosh gambit and challenged her to a staring contest. I accused her of cheating and told her my contact solution made me blink (I don’t wear contacts). She laughed. I moved in to kiss her and she demurred, shifting her head away with a “uh uh” kind of sound.

Key thing, she was still there. A real rejection would have included her excusing herself somehow. So I stayed, propped my arm against the wall to create frame and kept talking.

About ten minutes later we got onto the topic of body types and how picky women can be (she said she had broad tastes, which I used to feed her snowflake by telling her she was unlike most women), and she then felt the need to tell me I had “a nice body” and “a nice face.”

I looked her in the eye with mild surprise.

She didn’t say no to the second kiss.

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